They want to know who I am,
like my favorite food, and what makes me smile.
They want to know how I think,
how I feel, how I live.
But do they really want to know this?
I think they want to know how they can get me to give in to their heartless acts of physical contact for pleasure.
I am so glad you are not one of them.
Friday, August 1, 2008
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